Chapter 3410 is the master of fate

Chapter 3410 is the master of fate

The Empire State Building, a famous skyscraper in New York City, has a total of one hundred and two floors, cast in four hundred and ten days, and its name comes from the Empire State, another name of New York State, so the original English meaning is actually the New York State Building, and the Empire State Building is a literal translation of the English literal meaning, but because of this, the translation of the Empire State Building has been widely circulated, so it is still used today.

Located at 350 Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, sandwiched between 34th and 33rd Streets, it is one of the famous tourist attractions in New York City, and the color of the floodlights at its top will change depending on the time or the heavy dà events, such as the blue lights that were lit up for three months after the 911 incident as a sign of mourning, and today, it is also lit up in blue.

This is the mourning of the loss of New York University.

It was also at this evening that a young boy got out of a red Porsche, stepped on the clock that was about to leave work, and walked into the luxurious hall of the Empire State Building with a smile on his face.

Even though the security guards remembered that they hadn't seen this person at all, and didn't let their companions track him down and stop him, the young boy went straight up to the seventeenth floor, then got out of the elevator, and then went up the safety staircase to the eighteenth floor, and when he stood on the carpet, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and then went straight to office eight on the west side of the floor.

The door is locked and cannot be pushed!

The young boy's face was not a little dignified and flustered, he took out a chip card from his pocket, put it on the sensor, clicked, the heavy door slowly opened, the young boy walked in with a calm expression, and turned on the light after covering the door with his backhand, the office was not luxurious, a desk, a sofa, a bookcase, and a goldfish bowl.

There are also some decorations on the two-meter-long table, but except for a photo of the three of them, the rest are worthless souvenirs, the chair behind the desk is draped in a plain black coat, which looks a certain age, there is a dozen white papers on the table, and a Parker brand pen is placed next to it, and the young boy does not look at the pieces of paper on the table.

The young boy shifted his attention to the large bookcase next to him, the bookcase made of thick wooden planks was very tall and large, directly reaching the ceiling of this office, dozens of small compartments were piled with all kinds of books, divided by type, and labeled on the small compartment, writing classification, and the uninvited guest smiled leisurely: "This woman is really poor." ”

"Compared to George, who is drunk and dreaming of death, the two are really very different."

The uninvited guest smiled faintly and took two steps forward, as if in his own home, glanced at the huge bookcase, and then took out an out of place book, the contradictory literary award work "The Funeral of a Muslim", he was a little surprised that the office owner would read this kind of book, after all, this is a Chinese book, which has always been disdained by the office owner.

He took out "The Funeral of a Muslim" and leaned on the windowsill to flip through it twice, this book is based on the ups and downs of the jade workshop of the Hui craftsman Liang Yiqing, describing the different fate changes of three generations in the historical background, and expressing the protagonist's vigorous sense of destiny in pursuit of ideals and careers and perfecting his own life

He read this book more than ten years ago, and he has always been very interested in the culture of ethnic minorities, and he has also studied the customs and folklore of the Hui people because of this book, and this book shows the culture of Muslims, the perseverance of the Hui people, and their love for returning to their roots far from home in the non-Hui area.

This is one of the few modern Chinese literary works that young children like.

"The more suffering there is, the more we have to work hard to live, although life is not beautiful, life is still precious."

Turning the pages of the book, a few lines of regular script came into view, the young boy recently evoked a smile, and his fingers slid lightly over the words: the font is strong, the pen is sharp, it is hard to imagine that it is from the pen of a woman, and then look at the corner of the book that I don't know how many times it has been flipped over, and at a glance I know that the book has been read by the owner I don't know how many times.

Faith pushes human beings to civilization, and faith also forces human beings to stay away from civilization, the young man who thought of this sighed secretly, after civilization reached a certain point, faith was just the straw that destroyed the last nerve of human beings, and then he shook his head, quietly opened the book and examined it, although he had read it several times, but he was still immersed in it.

Huoda arranged everyone's fate helplessly thoroughly, once this book once made him unable to extricate himself, just finished the second chapter "Moon Cold", he heard a heavy knock on the floor outside the door, and then saw two men and a woman pushing the door in, the visitor saw someone in the house, first subconsciously stunned, and then scolded: "Who? ”

"Hello, Ms. Oprah!"

Just when the two followers subconsciously touched the firearm on their waists, the young boy raised his eyes casually, glanced at the three people at the door, and the three of them felt as if they had seen the high-voltage wire, the kind of blue faint electric light that flashed and jumped, and disappeared for a moment, and then, the young boy smiled leisurely: "Long time no see, how are you doing lately?" ”

The smile was vigorous, but the words were low, like a sharp weapon poking into their ears, and the three of them could even feel the steel-like will revealed in the words, and the woman in the middle couldn't stop being stunned when she heard the voice, and then stared at the kid in front of her, her eyes were stunned, her expression was complicated, and then she gritted her teeth and drank out two words: "Zhao Heng?" ”

Obviously, the young boy is Zhao Heng, he heard the other party's reprimand, but his face was not a little flustered, and he still held the book and smiled: "It's really an honor for you to remember me, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?" He kept a harmless smile: "I passed by the Empire State Building today, and I heard that you work here, so I came up to visit!" ”

"It's a bit presumptuous, but please bear with me."

The owner of the office seemed to be Oprah, her eyelids jumped twice in a uniform that looked noble, although she had a monstrous hatred for Zhao Heng in her heart, and she couldn't wait to use a qiē energy to make him die, but when she really saw the demon king of the mixed world face to face, she had a heart palpitation uncontrollably: "What are you doing here?" How did you get in here? ”

With the identification of Zhao Heng, the two bodyguards who were clear about the grievances between the two sides reflexively took out the firearms, but before they locked Zhao Heng's figure, Zhao Heng's left hand was lightly raised, and the two coins shot over, and the two of them couldn't dodge and were hit in the throat, and a sense of suffocation rose instantly, and then the two fell to the ground with a muffled snort, fainting without warning.

Oprah's mouth grew slightly, she didn't expect that the two of them would follow such a straw bag, and they would be defeated by Zhao Heng in one move, making her lose hope of running away, she wanted to move her feet and turn away, but she knew that she was not Zhao Heng's opponent at all, and leaving at this moment was likely to cause him to be brutally killed, so she could only stabilize her mind and repeat the question just now:

"How did you get in?"

"You didn't lock the door, I pushed it in!"

Zhao Heng seemed to have anticipated the other party's questioning, and slowly stepped forward to force Oprah to subconsciously take two steps back, but she quickly stepped forward in anger, obviously not wanting Zhao Heng's momentum to overwhelm her, Zhao Heng took the opportunity to close the door and isolate the office from the outside world, Oprah's heart jumped, and then she shouted inwardly: "Zhao Heng, what do you want to do?" ”

"Didn't do anything, just came to visit you!"

Zhao Heng looked at Oprah, who was like a great enemy, and reached out to put the lock on the door: "I haven't seen you for so long, I want to see if you're doing well, what's the matter?" What are you worried about? Worried that I'll kill you? Don't worry, if I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have kept you until today, besides, you have the guts to ask George to kill me, how can you not have the courage to face me at this moment? ”

Zhao Heng rubbed his tired head and showed Oprah his purpose: "Oh, by the way, your sister, Olya also chased and beat me fiercely, not only daring to play tricks with me at the level, but also finding an excuse to sweep away Hengmen's thirteen fields in the United States, and a Hongmen Hall was also destroyed. ”

"Do you think her behavior has nothing to do with you?"

Oprah whispered, "I didn't tell them to kill you. ”

Zhao Heng closed the book and patted the back of his hand heavily: "I didn't expect you to like to read this book, and you should have read it more than once, and your perception of it is also very accessible, there are not many foreigners who like to read Huoda's book, but I want to say that if the tragedy of the characters in it is repeated in you, I don't know if you can bear it?" ”

"My daughter is dead, my sister is dead, my husband is dead, Ms. Oprah, can you face it?"

Oprah's face changed: "Brute, you want to do something to my family?" ”

Zhao Heng put the book on the shelf, and his smile was still as warm as ever: "No one has ever been able to truly understand and control their own destiny thoroughly, but they have competed with unknowable destiny in different ways. He turned his head to look at Oprah and smiled: "Madam, you can't even control your own fate, why do you want me to die?" ”

Oprah's eyelids jumped, and she subconsciously went to pull the door lock to leave, but as soon as she opened the door, a hand reached out outside and grabbed her shoulder, letting her struggle to the death, and then, the doll grabbed her as steadily as Mount Tai and stepped back, step by step, not giving Oprah a chance to resist, and soon, Oprah was pushed to the clean floor-to-ceiling window.

"Wow!"

Zhao Heng used a carving knife to directly cut off a whole piece of glass, which was just enough to accommodate Oprah's body, a strong cold wind poured in, sweeping the paper and curtains in the office, and when the doll pressed Oprah, whose body was trembling, next to the gap, Zhao Heng threw away the carving knife in his hand: "Ms. Oprah, you say, what is your fate now?" ”

"Is it raw? Or die? ”

Zhao Heng said lightly: "It's up to you!" ”

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